Saturday, December 29, 2007

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

I extract the last part of his poem. It is filled with imagery and fine diction of what a young teacher sees of a youth treading waters. I love it and simply can't stop.




You were there studying,
Reading your Geography textbook.
You were the silhouette
Against the backdrop of uncertainty.
You were making sense of a senseless world.
Not even the Rationalist could do that.
Descartes's demons never existed -
It was in us all this while



I look at you.
Me, relishing in my apathetic bliss:
The storm for me is now over.
You, with innocence and youth diminishing,
You are in the eye of it all.



Be happy with the Precarious
For nothing is ever certain:
Neither the gloom in death's final call
Nor the joy that comes with every pin fall.



Look at the last part-
it tells to be contented with the dubious, probably the only guidance to how we should feel towards this 'senseless world', adding a last note that only embellishes the ambiguity. Yet, it is a clearer picture (with the metaphors) of how the Precarious therefore explains this later world we soon to realize.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

sigh. Maybe I should leave her for good. Since it is causing more harm than good, why not just take a break from each other. Lord, I believe I really should do this. She says she can choose not to give me the morning calls, reserve my seats and help me take break food. But I didn't ask her to do so, in fact I feel handicapped when she does all these. Thankfully she says it now than any later. I'm clearer now, she says she treats me nice and I'm not reciprocating.





She says I'm insensitive and lack social something. I don't understand why a friend has to accompany one just to throw away a rubbish, and can't find the reason where to take a walk because of it. I can't understand why I haven't really finish her water and she is remembering me for it to accompany her to buy another bottle. I overlooked something, she thinks I drank too much of her water and had to make up for it. Since young, my siblings, friends and I have been sharing things very often. Bred in church, I toss a bottle of water after drinking to a friend after a sports game and she finishes it. I am totally cool about it. We never thought it was a possible way to get angry with each other. So when she said I had an obligation, I was shocked about how such minor stuff could create such a conflict. I didn't know what to say. When was the last time I heard such stuff?






She says I should do something in return to express my gratitude for her. ... ..

I am leaving her.



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